As for why it would be a red dragon's milk teeth?
Virtually every dragon possesses a great deal of treasure, and the Red Dragon is no exception; when Evelyn was first captured in the Red Dragon's cave, it was common to see the Red Dragon sleeping on a pile of gold, or rolling around on it while scattering gold coins.
But then all the treasure was given away to him.
Because the Red Dragon insisted on the principle of equal exchange. When he took Evelyn captive, he threw a gold coin to the ground, and in his opinion, one gold coin was all that Evelyn was worth; later, he threw all the treasures he had hoarded to the earl's mansion in the imperial capital, in an attempt to exchange her from the hands of Evelyn's family.
Having lost his treasure, the red dragon could only give her his own milk teeth. It represented all the times he had been born until now.
......
Baymont moved his lips. If Evelyn could lift his black hood at that m
Evelyn had a dream. She was back in the year she turned sixteen, in that dim, dank cave, with broken cliffs thousands of meters high outside, trapped like a caged bird. The cave was originally full of golden treasures, and the magnificent light that flowed from the gold and crystals decorated the whole gloomy cave with incomparable luxury. But all those precious treasures were sent away, and so the cave, which relied on gold as its decoration, was instantly knocked back to its original form, becoming quiet and terrible. Evelyn stood still, her eyes dropping as she realized that a hand covered in bloodstains and cuts was gripped tightly around her ankle, the knuckles flexing hard as they glowed with a feeble, ghastly whiteness. She was barefoot and saw a large pool of blood spreading from behind her, creating a shallow, scarlet puddle. The blood soaked up her small, white feet, quickly covering the thin palms, then sprea
Niederhogg raised his eyes and didn't bother. Niederhogg ignored him lovingly, and the red-haired demon didn't show the slightest bit of displeasure as he circled Evelyn again, suddenly coming up to Evelyn's neck and sniffing it. He furrowed his brow and said, "And there's a strange smell about you that strikes me as somewhat familiar, but I can't remember ......" Evelyn: "......" Evelyn probably knew what he meant, and he guessed that like Agarez, he smelled Irzey, his father, on her. "My name is Evelyn and I came here a while ago." Evelyn made a noise, a well-timed interruption, or she figured the demon in front of her would probably talk to himself and keep chanting. Evelyn had a sneaking suspicion, but she asked softly, "What about you?" "Don't even recognize me, you're really new here," said the red-haired demon, "I'm Asmodeus.Asmodeus, Asmodeus is a name you should have heard before, right?" Eve
Thanks to Evelyn's warning, Asmodeus had stayed away from touching her wounds, instead honestly licking at the blood that was spilling out. The cut on the back of her hand that she had made of her own accord wasn't deep, and the bleeding stopped in a moment. Evelyn lowered her eyes and looked at her hand, which was covered in wet saliva belonging to the demon. She lowered her head, revealing a slender section of white and defenseless neck.Evelyn sniffed curiously twice, then looked to Asmodeus in front of her and smiled, "What a strange smell." It doesn't stink, but it smells a little fishy. Asmodeus hung his head and stared straight at her, his eyes and expression unchanged, except that the tail wagging around behind him gradually slowed down, looking a bit sluggish. At this time, Niederhogg made a sudden move. It stretched its neck and headbutted Asmodeus, who didn't react and stumbled from the blow. Asmodeus came ba
Evelyn lowered her head and looked at the still dead, but open eyed and unable to move demon on the ground and said slowly, "Are you sure you ...... won t run now?" As her words fell, the few remaining demons fled in panic as if in a dream. Asmodeus: "......!" Asmodeus: "My wings!" A look of obvious loss crossed his face, and after a moment, Asmodeus whipped his head around, looked disgruntledly at Evelyn, and demanded in a forceful manner, "You're paying me back for one." Evelyn: "?" "But I don't have any wings to lose to you." Evelyn said in a dumbfounded tone. Asmodeus' eyes widened in disbelief, "Don't you have wings too? That can't be right, do humans not have wings?" Evelyn explained, "Humans just don't have wings." Asmodeus wasn't quite convinced, and he raised his hand to Evelyn's back, wanting to scrutinize her back for two nice bony mounds to make sure Evelyn wasn't lying to him. Ho
Shrine three years ago. "Hey! Did you guys hear that Evelyn, ah, she's actually back!" "Huh? Wasn't she taken captive by a red dragon halfway home? How ...... I've never heard of any person coming back alive after being taken captive by a dragon." "Of course Xavier got her back!" "Then Xavier wouldn't he have defeated a dragon?!" "Indeed! I heard it from Evelyn herself, and she said that Xavier challenged that red dragon to save her, and ended up defeating and slaying it - no wonder Xavier was so badly injured when he came back, and stayed unconscious for five days before coming to his senses." "Ahhhhhhhh! It's so powerful! Xavier him, he's actually stronger than a dragon!" "...... Maybe, it's the power of love?" "Hey! Don't talk nonsense.Xavier is just trying to repay Evelyn's favor.After all, it was Evelyn who she strongly advocated to bring Xavier in from the slums in the first place....... If it wasn't for
Evelyn cupped his head and looked at him from the bottom up, staring into his eyes, and said, "But it's not enough to just 'not betray' me. You know that yourself, don't you?" "......" "After all, after what happened ...... it's only natural that you would feel guilty and afraid to face me. But it won't do to keep going on like this." "......" "Then make it up to me, Xavier. when you do something wrong, you should first apologize and then make amends. What do you think?" "......" Xavier pursed his pale lips tightly, his green eyes reflecting Evelyn's beautiful, expressionless face. He nodded in silence. Evelyn laughed and told him, "Then be my dog, Xavier." "From now on, wherever I go, you will go, biting the rope yourself and following obediently. I want to do anything, even if you give everything to accomplish for me. Forever and ever obey me, obey me, I always want an obedient and loyal dog, it doesn't matt
The pretty-looking but stubborn imp assumed an attitude that he would not let her go easily unless he played with her properly, and Evelyn was speechless for a moment, only silently preparing herself in her mind - no matter what happened, no matter what he would do, she could definitely endure it. It was not once or twice that she had fallen into a situation like this where she was at the mercy of others ...... but no matter how many times, she would be the winner in the end. Sagon began by removing her clothes. The design of her dress was complicated, and Sagon was initially excited, but he quickly grew impatient when he realized that he couldn't untie the string around her waist, and that his fingers were inexplicably tangled in the string. He moved his fingers, cutting through the thin fabric with his sharp black nails before he managed to remove Evelyn's dress. As he took it off, he had a moment to gauge the expression on Evelyn's face - rat
Sagon stared at her, thought briefly, and said to Evelyn, "Hey, have you ever heard the story of Anastasia?" Evelyn's eyes were puzzled. Sagon plunged his own fingers into Evelyn's hair, combing through her long pale blonde locks with one motion, as if he were caressing a river flowing with gold. "It doesn't matter if you've never heard of it, after all, it's just a story that's only been passed down in the Old Realm, and it's what I grew up listening to." "Anastasia is the daughter of the New God, her husband lost the war against the New God and became a prisoner, the New God banished him to the Old Realm. Anastasia abandoned the status, power and life of a goddess and followed her husband to the Old Realm ...... What a brainless woman, idiotic to death." "As you can see, this place is full of demons, killing each other for fun. Her husband lost his power and became worse than a lowly worm, but it doesn't matter, it's easy for him to s
The succession ceremony was soon upon us. Under the interplay of the three moons, the night sky presented magnificent and marvelous colors. On the periphery of the quietly floating royal palace, all the high-ranking demons spread their huge and pitch-black batwings and peacefully waited for the ceremony to begin, the air filled with a tense and austere atmosphere. Mappa had already waited with some impatience, and the densely packed eyes on her forehead looked towards the gray-white royal palace in unison. She pinched her fan, the declining face revealing a sneer under the cover of the fan, as Mapa said mockingly, "Geez, His Majesty the Quasi-Demon King couldn't have escaped, could he?" Upon hearing this, Baymont, who was silent at the side, then immediately gave her a cold look. "Don't look at me with those eyes." Probably because she felt that Evelyn had no hope of being able to win against the invincible Agarez, so facing the Consul's eyes, M
This was also unexpected from Evelyn. Evelyn had little expression on her face as she asked Baymont, "I thought it was said that no demon has made it back from the Abyss alive so far?" Baymont's voice was cold, "It seems Agarez is the exception." There was a distinctly more abyssal aura about Agarez, and Evelyn couldn't say what it felt like, except for the vague realization that Agarez wasn't quite a demon anymore-he was stoic and violent, calm and paranoid, contradictory in every look and every gesture, like an iceberg melting but dripping molten lava, like a fire burning in a snowfields, just not like a living, breathing creature capable of action and speech. Wherever he went, the air became thin and distorted. Facing Agarez, who had returned from the abyss, every demon in the room felt as if they had been suffocated by death, and even Mapa, who had always been the boldest, spoke with trepidation and trembled as if she were walking on thin ic
Evelyn defeated Mapa. It was nothing surprising; from the moment Marpa caught a hint of familiarity in Evelyn's body and subconsciously developed an unconcealable fear, the demoness who had exposed herself to her weaknesses was doomed to become a loser. But instead of choosing to eat her, Evelyn leaves her alive. This made Mappa feel doubly humiliated - she couldn't look at humans and despised such powerless and weak races, so naturally she couldn't hold much respect for Evelyn, who was transformed from a human. Mappa would rather be inside Evelyn's stomach than be at her beck and call. Evelyn seems to have read Mapa's mind. She half crouched in front of the Archduchess as the other lay dying on the ground, half of her face burned by the black flames pressed against the ground, the other half hidden beneath her long, dark, misty hair. Evelyn reached out and cupped Mapa's pointed jaw, forcing her to lift her face. Evelyn then go
Evelyn is invited to the castle of Archduchess Mapa. Mappa's castle was even more lavish than she had imagined - the ever-so-extravagant Archduchess was clearly more attached to her residence than the empty, pale palace. As the servant guided her, Evelyn stepped through corridors paved with costly crystals that Evelyn had only seen in Agarez's treasure trove, said to be the bones of a rare and vicious beast that lived in the depths of the swamps, and from which every inch of the floor of Castle Mapa had been built. In addition to this, other treasures were everywhere, and most of them were casually discarded on the floor or in corners, as if the owner who had taken them from them had given but a fraction of a second of his time to the love of them, and then threw them on the floor and turned his head and forgot all about them. Complex, rich scents floated around the castle, and Evelyn could vaguely distinguish which of the beautiful carnivorous
"Did you miss me?" Sagon lay on his back on Evelyn's soft bed and seemed to be in a very happy mood as he crossed his thin two legs and shifted from one to the other. He propped his face up with one hand and stroked Hilda's hair with the other. The small, thin Hilda was bound mercilessly, his palmed lips wide open, tearing at Hilda's hair with his sharp teeth. Hilda was in pain, but Sagon covered her mouth, so all she could do was stare at Sagon with a furious glare. "Be careful," Evelyn warned instead of answering him, "you're hurting her." Sagon did not comply with her intention to change the topic, but to say something inexplicably creepy and sweet to himself, "I have been thinking about you, no matter when or where. You disappeared for such a long time ...... honestly I thought you had died, and for that reason I shed quite a few sad tears ...... obviously I didn't even cry when my father died." "But sometimes I think that you might
This power was bizarre and surging, making him feel extremely unfamiliar.Baymont's breath stuttered, as if he had sensed the danger under the thin ice, and instantly realized what was going on. Immediately after that, he turned his head expressionlessly and looked straight in the direction that Fang had left, his somewhat gloomy purple pupils abruptly narrowing. Obviously, this force went straight to Evelyn with lightning speed.Baymont couldn't think in time, he subconsciously chased after her, his figure was as fast as a ghost that appeared and disappeared suddenly. As he expected, the strange force did stop in front of Evelyn. It was a white demon he had never seen before, barely recognizable by race, its body sturdy and long and lean, its back hunched over, its slightly raised spine like a sharp hill that stretched all the way down to a long, thin, sharp tail that finally dissolved into white bone. Its head was also covered by hard white bone
Ruins full of corpses are not a suitable place to live, Evelyn intends to refurbish the dilapidated palace, when faced with this proposal, Baymont does not say anything, but just stares at her for a moment with what feels like an odd gaze, as if speculating on her intentions. Evelyn saw his skepticism and said in a brisk voice, "Don't look at me like that, isn't it your wish that I stay?" Baymont denied coldly and quickly, "That was before." Evelyn blinked, she was about to say something when she was interrupted by Baymont's voice.Baymont said with a blank face, "Do what you want to do whatever you want to do, don't bother me." After that, Baymont glanced at Evelyn with grayish purple pupils and turned away. Hilda leaned carefully behind the pillar, and she watched Baymont's figure disappear from view before she dared to boldly trot out from behind it, looking up at Evelyn with two bright eyes. "Will you stay here all the time?
Evelyn finds fresh water that can help Baymont cleanse his body, and despite the palace resembling a barren wasteland, some of the infrastructure is surprisingly still functional. Evelyn did some simple cleaning, and began to help Baymont clean his body.Baymont's body, Evelyn has seen it many times, but Evelyn is still the first time he has become so thin body ...... Demons rely on devouring their own kind to gain strength, and if they reduce feeding, it will naturally become weakened. Evelyn also noticed the stitch-like marks on both of his arms; these ordinary-looking, human-like hands were certainly not grown normally, and Evelyn guessed that Baymont had probably used some kind of smelting to forge them, then cut off his own hands and finally sewed them on. "......" Evelyn reached out again and touched the broken horn on the top of Baymont's head, which had extremely flat cuts in it. The remainder of the horn was hidden vaguely between the hair, so th
Almost from the moment she saw Hilda, Evelyn was sure of her identity. This could be because of that wonderful bloodline; after all, Hilda was Baymont's child conceived from her blood, and the closer they were to each other, the more deeply the part of Hilda that flowed through her and originally belonged to Evelyn would call to her. Evelyn's first sight of Hilda was not taken away from her by the other woman's rare long pale blonde hair; quite the opposite, her vision was slightly dazzled, and a subtle sound surged intermittently in her ears - the sound of blood flowing through her veins. The primal blood ties of the demons drew them to each other, called them to each other, and even though Hilda had deliberately hidden it and Evelyn had no intention of admitting it, she still knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Hilda was her child, that there was a minuscule part of Hilda that came from her, and that all beyond that had been given to and shaped for he